Californocentric

Came crawling out of the bedroom at my sissy's a little after 10:30 am apologizing for arising so late. Told my brother-in-law it felt like it was 7:30 to which he replied:

"In California it is."

It's true, isn't it? Time zones are the debt we owe to God. (No, I don't know what that means. In California, it's still 1983.)